2:39 PM |
REVAMPING IN PROGRESS.
Heylo, maytes.
I'm back from Revamped '06; with a new mindset, and a new purpose.
This isn't about the euphoric hyperish aftereffects of an awesome camp. It's about something deeper than that, and I'm psyched that God made me go to this camp, because it's become a steppingstone for my walk with Him.
I was reading through the tags I missed [btw, t'ankyew, darlings, for the loveleee tags!]; and I realized something. I wasn't even teed off at the anon's comment.
Yeah, I have come to realize that I'll neverevereverever come close to Kate Moss' waiflike figure. I'll never be able to get down to sticklike proportions, or be able to spear cucumber slices with my hipbones.
...But y'know what?
It's okay.
I have curves! [And some of 'em in the wrong places, too, but still.] I have curves, because God made me that way. If He had meant be to be uberishly thin, he would have plonked me into the insect kingdom and made me a distant cousin of the praying mantis.
Revamped Camp's theme verse is this: "So God created man in His own image, in His own image He created him; male and female He created them." -Genesis 1: 26
In His own image. I am- you are- we are ALL created in God's own image. And I realized [shockhorror!] that if I hate my own body; I'm hating God as well. Likewise, if I mistreat my body, I'm mistreating God.
...It took a while for that to sink in, but now I totally understand where God is coming from in this.
GOD NEVER MAKES MISTAKES.
Everything He makes is good. NONE of us [and I mean none!] are mistakes. I mean, in the middle of the camp, I remembered that I could have been born deformed. Orrrr I could have been aborted.
But I'm not.
I have ten fingers, ten toes, two eyes, an attitude, and an appetite.
I'm not deformed.
I'm definitely not aborted. [Duh, common sense, dude.]
I'm here today, alive, because God has a plan for me.
And there's something y'all need to know.
Guess whut?
...GOD THINKS YOU'RE THE RADDEST, MOST AWESOME THING EVER.
...Yeah, you heard me; that's absolewtely roight.
God is the King of, like, EVERYTHING, and
GOD THINKS YOU'RE THE SHIZZNIT!
And hot people like us who are the shizznit don't have to worry about a little extra flab here and there, or about popularity or not being pretty enough or good enough or enthusiastic enough or ahdorable enough-
because we are the shizznit!!!
...I've made my point, yes?
Yeah.
I was going to talk about everything and anything that happened to me during Revamped camp, but I'll leave that 'till another time. For now, I just feel that it was more important for me to get that message across and into your pretty heads.
...And now the work in progress must scoot off, having been bundled out of bed at 2am this morning to play camp games. [...The camp comm's warped idea of fun, I 'ppose.]
So tah, and love y'all.
Orrrr, as Revampers would say;
Shalom, and peace out.
*hippie sign goes here*